Monochrome Light

Circa Pendragon has always lived in the shadow of his father, Xerxes Pendragon, the great warrior of Pencet. Wanting to prove himself to his father, and everyone else, Circa sets out on an adventure. Little does he know, a great evil has been set free upon Pencet , its name: Pandora. With his intentions reversed, he gathers an unlikely group of people to save the world they call home, or die trying.
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Circa sighed as people flocked to
his father, taking a step back. His fathers eyes shone as
question after question were hurled at him. This was the only
thing that made him truly happy. He went on and on about how he
had beat down a dragon with his bare hands and made it carry him
to the far regions of Seren. Another sigh escaped him as he
turned his head and shuffled the groceries in his arms. He looked
out towards the coast, his olive colored eyes narrowing slightly.
He had dreamed of crossing those seas, to go on adventures like
his father had, since he was a child. Now, at the age of
eighteen, he could finally go out and see the world with his own
eyes. The only problem was, his overprotective mother might
refuse to let him go, in fear that her son would never
return.

"Circa," his fathers deep voice
called over the other voices, "let's head home."

"Alright." He answered simply,
turning his head back towards his father and walking to his side,
pushing past the people. Ignoring the murmurs of, 'that's his
son? He's so small,' they both headed home, his father waving
back to the crowd of people. A cheer erupted from the crowd,
making Circa grunt and walk a bit faster. His fathers large hand
came to rest on his head, ruffling his already disheveled blonde
hair.

"One day, people will stop you and
ask about your adventures." He said, green eyes shining as he
thought about it, his son, a famous adventurer. The thought was
rather exciting, going out on his own, hunting, meeting new
people, fighting the forces of evil, Circa shook with
anticipation as he thought about it.

"I'll speak to your mother about
it when we get home," he removed his hand from his head, " I'm
sure i can convince her. If you'd like to of course."

"I'd love to." Circa said, eyes
shining as he turned to look at his head to look at his father.
The rest of the walk home was in silence as they made their way
through the forest.

Neither noticed the nearly
transparent threads covering the tops of the trees, a single red
one standing out among them. A small girl hid behind a tree, long
black hair covering her eyes, skin as pale as snow. Slowly, a
wide ,crazed, smile grew on her lips before she disintegrated
into threads.

"What do you mean he wants to go
on an adventure?!" Circa's mother's voice asked as she slammed
her hands on the table. Circa flinched and stood to place his
hand on her shoulder, which she promptly shook off.

"I won't be gone long," he said,
trying to sooth her, "only for about a month or two."

"A month?! We need you here, who
else is going to go and, and, and-" Circa and his father watched
as she broke into sobs, hands covering her eyes. His father
walked over and wrapped his arms around her,patting her back as
she continued to cry.

"We knew this day would come, he
needs to go and see the world for himself. If he truly wants to
go, who are we to stop him?" His mother turned to gaze at her
son, tears cascading down her cheeks like twin rivers. All was
silent as she just stared him down.

"Tomorrow," she finally said,
"tomorrow you may leave but tonight, you stay and you spend you
last moments here, with us, as a family,"

Circa had never felt so alive. He
would finally get to go out and be a man, finally have a reason
to live on this world.